[Fawn]

Palequiver -

Palequiver’s eyes gleamed with feverish pride as Coldpaw delivered his proclamation and set to demonstrating his stealth prowess, her heart fluttering at what she perceived as a mirror of her teachings — the sheer, blinding majesty of him. Oh, he was magnificent, wasn’t he?

In response to his accusation that she had failed her art lesson, Palequiver’s ear gave the tiniest, most ladylike twitch, but showed no other outward signs of irritation. "But do remember," she murmured, stepping around him, her tail forming an elegant curl above her spine as she evaluated his stance, "even the most splendid depiction is nothing without the artist who envisioned it first."

Once she was finished examining, Palequiver dipped her head in a gesture of exquisite approval. "A performance worthy of the stars." She sighed in refined delight, carefully ignoring the way his coat practically glowed against the dark undergrowth like a beacon belting out "I am HERE!" to every passing fox.

"We shall polish you into a veritable legend yet," she purred, ever so sweetly. "Imagine — the envy of all the Clans, gliding unseen, untouchable." Palequiver’s tail grazed his spine, a subtle correction, then stood before him. “Once more, my dearie. Practice it in the underbrush, as if approaching an enemy camp.” One never knew when that would come in handy, after all.

@BEAR.